Collected now in empty trays
Prayers the faithful that he prays
Asking simple gifts from on high
Promised now that strength to try
Calling deeds both small and great
Running backwards from hells gate
Having seen the beast there within
Seeing now life’s force spreading thin
Knowing worse things now than death
Having travelled cross life’s breadth
Finding need now not to speak
Seeking distance from the weak
Standing silent as they slip to fall
Passing change in downtown malls
Trading now that thing of death
Unable now addiction to accept
Ruined lives at needles point
The road they started with a joint
Then in time all things drugs take
Take your soul you’re life they rape
In the rehabs those lucky few
Standing shaking in recoveries queue
Turning over now so very fast
The lucky few will stay to last
Free now from their broken past
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